[Intro]
Hey, singer
Me you a call songwriter, eeh?
War Teacha, gang fighter
Gunshot write off yuh gang like paper from di typewriter
Your boss mek yuh feel hyper
But this rifle, this sniper
Mek all a unu head blow like ten pied piper
'Bout man a traitor, unu is a faker
Listen mi Jamaica

[Verse 1]
Dem a pussy inna badman place
When yuh see mi, gun inna hand and one pon waist
When mi a kill bwoy pon border
Mavado a barber weh a put powder pon man face
Flexx, please warn fin-hand Dave
Warlord boost yuh, yuh feel big and brave
When him deh a Piece givin' man trim and shave
Me ova so a give man grave
Every man inna Alliance mi giving shots
All Sharon Burke affi pay friging tax
Shot spot Marshall like chicken pox
Mince up Killa head wid a kitchen axe
Bulldog slug tun Dawg Blingin' fat
"Bitchy" step out, bullets stop him in him tracks
Mavado, him a gwaan like di real McCoy, but when copper tek Singing Blacks
Di gangsta piss and shit himself 'bout nine times, dat's di facts
Him a bleed like pads from di Maxi box
Kartel rise di Glocks and relax di Mac's
Mi killing horrifying like di House of Wax
Him stink like wet shoes widout di socks
Julian ago get ex-amount a box
Cah me a gang fighter and song writer
[Chorus]
Mi gun write di songs wid hollow tips 'pon bwoy skin
When we a kill bumbohole, some pussy a trim, yeah
Any war weh mi fight, mi win, inna war dem crown me king
Waan come diss, what a sin, 'memba Assassin?
Now a fi unnu time fi di bullet frassin'

[Verse 2]
If mi tun up di war temperature
Alliance tun memory pon dead picture
Dem nuh straight, dem cross like swashtika
Clap mi hand, dem drop like mosquito
Elephant Man never follow dem
Him reach BET, lock dung MTV
Why unu waan test VC?
All yuh gonna get is a grave marked R.I.P
Hey! Killa recruit Aidonia
True him lyrics dem bad like ammonia
If yuh need him fi write song fi yuh
If yuh was a phone, yuh couldn't be no phonier
Let di likkle star shine, doh wull him down
Mi a tell yuh this, Mr. Fa-funky tongue
Anyday yuh violate Kartel, doh do nuh Killa walk (Wah?)
Yuh betta do a Bounty run
Bloodclaat
[Chorus]
Mi gun write di songs wid hollow tips 'pon bwoy skin
When we a kill bumbohole, some pussy a trim, yeah
Any war weh mi fight, mi win, inna war dem crown me king
Waan come diss, what a sin, 'memba Assassin?
Now a fi unnu time fi di bullet frassin'